I have always been a ‘dog person’ I guess because growing up in the bush we had dogs for company, work and protection. Only recently have I formed a bond with cats (mainly through a certain cat named TK). While in Istanbul I found a variety of cats everywhere, each with their own character. Along with keeping the streets free of rats and mice they have a special place within folklore as well as belief in Istanbul.
More than a year ago a special cat had decided to adopt my host Arda. When i arrived, the cat was heavily pregnant and looked like a mini Holstein Cow. She still didn’t have a name. We named her Moshi Moshi and I spent many nights comforted by her warm purr and special motherly company.
Before I left Istanbul Moshi Moshi started to look for a hiding spot to give birth. By the time I arrived home in Australia, she had given birth to two healthy kittens in one of Arda’s handbags!
Cheeky Moshi Moshi!